Following the Thought Paths of my Mind

This is my resolution for 2011 - to post a poem on here every day. I'm not saying it's the next Shakespeare. It's just me.
I take no credit for most pictures featured unless they're the ones from my own camera.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

So, you may or may not have seen a link I put on here a while ago linking to a new blog project I had. Sadly, second year completely overwhelmed me and I didn't get very far with it. However, I am now trying out the YouTube scene. Vlogging, video blogging, YouTubing - pick a verb of your choice. I'm really enjoying doing it and am hoping to get content going more regularly once uni work gets a bit less hectic.

If you would like to see my channel (and maybe subscribe, if you really like) you can just click hereIt would be me much appreciated! I feel awful for not posting on my other blog much but time has just escaped me.Blimey, is this what growing old feels like? If you do want me to do more writing, leave a comment and I will honestly do my best to get some more writing done. But definitely after exams, I've got about three weeks of deadline craziness coming up.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

The title? Well my first post in 2011 was called Here Goes Nothing, thought I'd work with that rather than just call it the end. That seemed a slightly shitty title, not to mention it sounds a pinch depressing. But on to more important matters. Well, this is it, the conclusion I promised. After this, I have most certainly posted on my blog every day for a year, it started on the 1st and it ends on the 1st. What do I say? I'll just start typing and hopefully in amongst all my mumblings, some form of decent sense of ending will occur.

Writing a poem every day for a year, it wasn't easy. Especially because what I was writing, I didn't think was very good and occasionally I felt I was wasting my time. But I carried on, probably because of stubborness and wanting to prove I could do it more than anything. And I think by writing these poems, it forced me to think so much more about what I was seeing. It allowed me to look around the world and try and get inspiration from anything. That kind of thought process in fact led to my first tattoo, I wanted to get something to remember what that felt like. To be open minded and wide eyed, wanting to soak in as much as I could from life.

I think I've always liked the occasional moment where you just sit back and let the world take over. Looking through a window and watching the clouds, walking along the street and listening to conversations, wondering about other people and their lives and how you have no idea who they are or what they'll do except in that brief second of conversation. And train rides. I love train rides. You get to really absorb scenery and catch glimpses of lives which have nothing to do with you. It makes you think one of two things 1. In the bigger picture that makes up the universe we are barely a speck. 2. How important your own world is - well, what makes up your own world.

I've tried to express this way of thinking in my poems, not to force other people to think the same, but just to try and show what I'm like. I'm sure other people have the same sort of thoughts. I'm 18 - I do know that other people understand me and most likely feely the same. (just thinking of the whole stereotype teenager of nobody understands me and my individuality, blah blah blah)

Jesus, this is is a lot of writing. Oh well, it's the last blog post, I think I'm allowed to indulge myself a bit. I'm trying to think what else I want to say. Well, I said it yesterday but thank you so much for reading this. You're a wonderful (and patient) person :')

It's a relief and kind of sad to have finished. I'm quite proud of myself for sticking with it. I hope that when I'm older, I continue to write because I can't remember a time when I haven't loved it. I did this because I wanted to become a more creative person, I'm not sure if I am but I am definitely a more inspired person.

Saturday, 31 December 2011

So, this is it, the last poem of 2011. I'm sat here listening to The Kooks - Naive, which for some reason feels appropriate. As I said a month or so ago, I will be posting a proper conclusion on January 1st - without a poem - this is because I wrote an introduction saying what I would do this year, also without a poem. I thought this made it seem more full circle. And for those who think I've cheated and missed out on two poems, I posted two extra in November, just to be thorough.

I would love to be able to tell you that I have been thinking about this poem for months and have perfected what you're about to read. But I haven't. In fact, I'm still not too sure what I'm going to write about.

Sad as it may make me appear, I actually feel a bit emotional that this is the last one. I'll stop blabbing on, you get my emotional mush of a summary tomorrow. Something for you to look forward to in 2012 - the year the world ends apparently. But I will say here, that thank you to any one who has read this. Anyone who has looked at this blog in the past year, even if you're not reading now and will never know how grateful I am that people took some time to read this.

Here we go, the last poem. It will look as if I just started typing whatever, technology can't show my thinking process but rest assured, I'm going to think and come back to it. This is important.

Picture is not meant to be arrogant, I just thought since it was poem about me, this was probably the best image to have.

It could be said there is a poem for pretty much everythingfrom a sonnet for your heart to singto a limerick of Ireland and a man called Jim.

I have tried all this year to write with maybe not all the words I knowthey're mostly simple, but I wanted to showwhat my world is likemaybe not fabulously, but it's so so.

My world is ordinary, this I know and most would be likely to agree it's friends, esteem, education and family but I have tried to notice that what makes it extraordinary.

The sunlit glow of a grey streetwondering about the stories of strangers we meet and memories that we all wish to keep.

Comfortable silences what it feels like to be kissed to be young and with people you love the simple pleasure of smiling on a sunny day thinking of the future of growing older thinking of childhood what could, would, shouldof beenand still always remembering to be in the now.

We all know that there are counted daysand counted wordsbut I suppose what I've learnt is not to drown in it all but absorb and live,maybe not be a focus of the worldbut to have my ownto make it compellingto have my own story that is worth telling.

Friday, 30 December 2011

It's written in booksit's said in shows that when you're youngyou either knowexactly what you wantor not a clue at all,but either waythe same thing is said life just happenskeep your head you can't control it all you might just have to wait and seeand usually what happensis meant to be.

Thursday, 29 December 2011

There were cars stretching as far as the eye could seeand then there was you,there was you and me.

The road and rain fadedalong that motorway you help up a handwhich shone amongst the grey.

You began to write words, that I couldn't seethen you helped up the paperit was simple but I was happy.

Hi with a smiley face was all that you had written your writing neat and suddenly I was smitten.

Quick as I could manageI got out my pen replied with hello in the hopes you'd write again.

Another paper against the windowthis one said I like your eyes you smiled with a caring gazeand I felt complimented, though surprised.

I wrote back thank you and you nodded your head we were both still smiling and I knew I'd turned red.

But all too soon the traffic began to move we became separatedand I completely lost you. I have never seen you again and I'm most likely not going to but for that stretch of mile
we made a good couple,me and you.

About Me

I live in England, I haven't met the Queen but have tried a crumpet. I'm not good at decisions. I don't think before I talk, which leads to awkard silences. I feel too young for time to be going so quickly. Hi :)